Someone stole my imagination

It probably took a vacation to disneyland, checking out them dwarfs and giant mice and crap like that. Ideas happen like falling stars, they can't be forced or reasoned with like a wife. Your imagination is still there. Here, to prove it to you just think of an image you haven't seen before. See? Easy huh? But if you get a ransom note don't call the feds.

A one legged Amish guy stopped in and told me that imaginations are a hot commidity on the farmer's market. They sell them under the basket. He also told me that the Amish have been using the same imagination for 160 years or so. They don't really need theirs so they are harvested early. One thing though, they get the best prices out in hollywood where there has been an acute shortage since the blues brothers died.

Crazy in the best possible way. There are some things that defy logic like the Blarney stone. Why would normally sane, decent folk kiss a stone out in the middle of nowhere? Of course I'm tilted toward favoring the Irish having married a nice red haired example of Irish ancestory.

Looking for inspiration, I guess. Haven't written an article for the site in two years. Can't even think of what to write about. I just came to the conclusion that most people who have anything to do with the paranormal are delusional and all my own thoughts on the subject have been delusional right along with it. It's been a down hill slide ever since. Now, my brain can't even think of anything to keep itself occupied with, and I'm just sitting here, waiting for it to end. *sighs

you folks are not really that delusional [cheering you up?], you are just not obsessive compulsive enough to collect all the material and put it together in a working model. the way history is speeding up there are so many folks these days just waiting for "the end." fini I think there is such a thing as "compelled knowledge." the writer of the "Wreak of the RMS Titan," the "Koran," and my works "A New Number For an Old Beast" and "the patterns to the prime numbers." it is possible that to an extent we all hold an understanding to knowledge we once had so many hundreds of generations ago when we were six digit humans and part of a collective mind society. That is why we recognize truth and are compelled towards it. Truth is remembering what we once knew to be true. why folks who have encounters with or have seen or have been near the living transport machines often end up with seemingly unknown before knowledge, we are merely awaken by the process of being near. we still have patterns in our structures that "want" to be remembered or awaken again. we just carry those structures within us. wish I had the time and money to carry out studies along those lines. hang in there Jeff.

I have come to accept that there are few folks who will understand the truth I tell of the patterns to the primes numbers, but that does not matter, it is still part of "the truth" of things. not all truths are for all people.
sometimes you have to present them in other forms. I recall the older lady who wrote for the cartoon series "the Simpsons she took the truths I told her regarding JFK and had characters in the series encounter them; lisa simpson
being visited by the ghost of JFK, and grandpa simpson telling about "the deep secret" of JFK being a Nazi. there are ways to sneak truths in by the back door, just be creative.

sometimes AS is called a form of metal illness, other times it is not. is to be "wired" to be truthful to be considered a type of metal illness or not? there once was a giraffe named Gladys, one day while eating the young leaves at the top of a tasty tree she sae a lioness sneaking up on a group of pigmies called the Itseys.
she called out to them to beware, but they replied that they did not see anything. the lioness had a meal of one of them. the remaining Itseys blamed Gladys for not fighting for them or pressing home her warning. Seeing more tasty leaves further away she went to eat. two of her friends cmae and joined in. they related how the Itseys were carrying on about her. Gladys replied, "the Itseys are pigmies you know." JackerB is an Itsey. too short to see.

sometimes AS is called a form of metal illness, other times it is not. is to be "wired" to be truthful to be considered a type of metal illness or not? there once was a giraffe named Gladys, one day while eating the young leaves at the top of a tasty tree she sae a lioness sneaking up on a group of pigmies called the Itseys.
she called out to them to beware, but they replied that they did not see anything. the lioness had a meal of one of them. the remaining Itseys blamed Gladys for not fighting for them or pressing home her warning. Seeing more tasty leaves further away she went to eat. two of her friends cmae and joined in. they related how the Itseys were carrying on about her. Gladys replied, "the Itseys are pigmies you know." JackerB is an Itsey. too short to see.

Childish behavior will probably not help Jeff get his imagination back in working order. Perhaps a vacation to Colorado would help? Maybe Bangkok? I find doing mindless, repetitive, physcial work acts as a catalyst.